Her

I don't know.  Still fried.  I sat out on a friend's porch out in the woods.  Vic wasn't home, so I just hung out and played slide guitar. The Blues where pain accepted can flash Joy-  I was feeling inspired, Indian Summer and I felt Her, knew She was around and then flashed this form  had been in front of me the whole time tacked up on a porch post and I hadn't seen it.  Consciously.   Funny how I don't see a thing, and then when I do see tells me things I didn't think they would tell me if I'm not afraid not to know and simply become.  She's very becoming.  I don't know what to think. Speechless for all this.  But so many sychronicities, the veil is thinning.  If I notice, maybe I'm the canary in the coal mine.  I sure do like to sing.

The Veil is thinning.  Not just sort of thinning- very thinning, like it's hardly even there because it's that thinning.  Jung said 'Imagination is the royal road to the unconcious'. Let yours go free, trust Her, but watch any conclusions about Her. She is not any of those, including these.

And we're talking about the Dude here...........

This time of year gives that flashing on Her an extra boost if you pay attention.  Don't ignore coincidences but don't crank some big 'meaning' out of them and don't take my advice on anything goodnss knows paying attention to 'coincidences' has gotten me in some pretty hot water...........but without hot water, how am I to Cook? Get cooked and tasty? Well seasoned?

Everything is mostly Woman. That's why men and women,  to the extent that this relates to them at all,  get men to do most things. They got a linear Thing and that's gotta work, man. Points at something, out there........ Thanks Pfizer! 

But She favors neither women or men on earth. She is not a human being yet she is the Soul of such.  Let us avoid the Traps of the Literal, figuratively. We're all Cosmic Miniatures, each and every one.  Multitudes within per Blake.  But She speaks through things we know and see every day, the people and all the Others...animals, spirits, plants and stones, hills, stars...... Space, Openness Herself.  Surrender to what Is, even if it's fucked.  Especially if it's fucked.........when you just give up, really give up, because all your schemes have failed at last,  there She Is. To inspire you not to give up. Not giving up only comes from truly giving up. I love it.

What brings Her to you? 

This is how She gives herself to us, through painting or a song, art or a river or a lover or even a cold beer if gotten for you by a loving soul holding a candle.  Or a torch.  Or sometimes garbage on the side of the road, or the smoke rising from stack.  Or for me, water.

If Space is the Feminine, then everything is mostly Woman.

I don't want to avoid talking about Her. Even better to connect, allow, surrender to Her Suchness.   If we can keep it from becoming about men and women.  Or some notion, some abstraction, and I'm treading on thin ice here. This is both beyond and below our world.  But it has right to do with each of us, before thought, before 'Me'.

So let's do it.  Let's talk about Her.  You know who She is, must feel it, and maybe She wants to be talked about.  But mostly She wants to be let in, let out, loved,  felt and seen, admired beyond vanity in whatever way is Yours. Your unique gift to Her. Your gift to yourself, as She is your own...........mystery.  Somehow. Let that flow low out, water flow clear and fresh, and to others.  With real intention, it's not so hard. 

Joined with Him, the guy who can hold things together,  blacksmith, shaper and surfer of that Wave that is the Ocean.  Bringing home the bacon.  It's a pretty good deal, however you work that out between yourSelves in there each one of us.

What is your name?

My name is Love, child.  As simple as this painting on a board and deep as all time.

And I drowned my cell phone today.  No more motos maybe for a while.  May I drown in Love.